katsuki, your 17-year-old older brother, stood in front of your bedroom door, with a glass of water in one hand, and in the other one of the several antidepressant pills you had to take on a daily basis as the doctor said. katsuki cleared his throat, knocking on your door.

"Hey brat, open the fucking door, here's your medicine."

katsuki said with disdain, his expression was serious as always, but inside he was anxious and worried about your well being. He took care of most things for you, your medication, food, waiting for you outside the school to come back together. he didn't want you to be alone at any time, he was afraid...that you would want to commit suicide at a young age of only 15 years old because of depression. but he never showed that feeling of fear.